Wu Heng recalled the photos of the seven deaths provided by the two people from the Information Department during the meeting earlier.
The first person to die was a slightly overweight college student.
When the other person died, they were lying in a pool of blood, their eyes had been gouged out, their face was swollen and cyanotic, and their blood had congealed and turned black.
According to the autopsy report, the student stabbed himself in the ear, gouged out his eyeballs, and then bit off his tongue. Although his throat was blocked by the severed tongue, he did not die of suffocation.
Because the other party was already dead before they did all that.
The way these people died was extremely similar to the deaths of the employees of Dark Snow Company when he used fear to eliminate them, so it's no wonder they were grouped into the same incident.
However, the first and second deaths occurred before he took his action, and were not his doing.
So, in all seriousness, am I the one who imitated and framed them?
Wu Heng was speechless when he thought of this.
It was already 2 a. m.
Wu Heng showed no intention of resting; he was sitting on the sofa, staring at the map and contemplating the current situation.
The black shadow of the curtain slowly fell onto the bedroom floor from the window. As the headlights of cars outside swept past, the shadow shifted, as if playing hide-and-seek.
Wu Heng stared intently at the map, feeling increasingly strange. It seemed that the enemy's first action was aimed at him.
"Wrong!"
He suddenly stood up, staring at the window. His Spirit-Touch Power formed a crown, stirring up all his terrifying emotions, ready to be unleashed.
But there was nothing at the window; the shadow was just an ordinary shadow.
Wu Heng also did not detect any evil or foul aura.
But as he got up,
The smells of fabrics, toiletries, and other odors in the room then returned to my nostrils.
The previously gloomy house seemed to come alive instantly.
Wu Heng's face darkened completely. Regardless of the current situation or whether it was just his imagination, he couldn't stay here any longer and had to move to another place tonight.
He had been 60% suspicious before, but now he was absolutely certain that the other party was after him.
"This place is no place to linger!"
Wu Heng quickly opened the gate, strode to the parking lot on the basement level, and then drove the vehicle provided by Crescent Company along the street towards the suburbs.
When approaching the suburbs, because of the fear that the vehicle could be located,
He parked the car on the side of the road, then jogged along the path into the deserted countryside.
Ordinary people tend to stick together for warmth and support; a crowded environment can actually make them feel restricted and at risk of exposure.
The solar streetlights along the road illuminate from 6 p. m. until this early morning. As their power diminishes, the light dims, barely enough to illuminate the ground, which looks like a layer of silver frost.
As it was approaching October, the trees planted on both sides had yellow leaves falling from time to time, making a soft rustling sound in the Silence night.
Wu Heng's jogging pace quickened.
The streetlights grew dimmer and dimmer, like embers slowly dying out; the last glimmer of light seemed to be being drawn away by something, making the place increasingly dark.
The shadows of the trees began to sway and gradually deepened.
As a cool breeze swept by, the shadows lengthened, twisted, and spread, slowly seeping into the light. Coincidentally, a Black Shadow was blown by the breeze into the shape of a human figure, and the air began to feel thick.
Under extreme vigilance, Wu Heng immediately noticed the abnormality in his surroundings.
He held his breath, Spirit-Touch Power to blast terror into the shadows. The air itself seemed to distort briefly, but nothing happened, as if nothing existed.
But the changes are still ongoing.
Wu Heng drew upon the lingering terror he hadn't yet released, swirling it around his body like a tornado. He unleashed his full speed, charging out of the street like a cheetah.
Stirred by fear, the thick air seemed to be shattered.
Wu Heng left the street he had just been on.
A gentle breeze blew, its coolness penetrating my back, as if passing through my flesh and blood, seeping into my spine, and caressing my internal organs before dissipating.
This wind blew thoroughly.
"Unreachable, untouchable!"
"What exactly is this? Is it man-made, or something supernatural?" Wu Heng wiped away non-existent sweat, his steps remaining swift.
He had already run to the outskirts of the city, intending to find a relatively secluded place first.
The darkness of night did not obstruct Wu Heng's vision. During his search, he discovered four people digging a pit, with a burlap sack at their feet, emanating a bloody smell.
"Hurry up and dig, people are coming soon!" one of them urged.
"Stop joking, who comes here in the middle of the night? Are you being chased by a ghost?"
The person who was speaking took out a lighter to light a cigarette, but was scolded by the leader.
"Lighting a cigarette here? What were you thinking? You might as well just fire a flare gun!"
"Tell everyone we're digging a hole to bury someone! Want me to call that number for you and turn yourself in? Confess and you'll get lenient treatment!"
The leader, dressed in a short jacket, kept mocking the other party.
Wu Heng then noticed that the air around him had become viscous again.
He produced a mask, put it on his face, and then ran straight toward the four people in front of him.
The four people who were talking suddenly turned around, gripping their shovels, upon hearing a commotion behind them as fierce as a tiger.
Who is it?
"Brothers, everyone who sees it gets a share, come and split the money!" the leader coaxed.
Wu Heng didn't reply and walked straight ahead, intending to pass the four people, but suddenly stopped and turned around.
The four people who were just shouting instantly lost their composure.
He stood stiffly in place, his whole body turning blue and black, his facial features contorted, his tongue slightly twitching, like Zombie that had been dead for years.
Moreover, the manner of his death clearly indicated that he was frightened to death.
His abilities are exactly the same as Wu Heng's.
However, upon closer inspection, subtle differences can be observed.
The five dead men began to move. They were described as five men because the corpses in the sacks on the ground also stood up.
In unison, they blinded themselves, bit off their tongues, and shoved their thick fingers into their ear canals, pulling out a string of things like snail shells.
"Get out! Get out of my body!"
The leader, whose face had been contorted with rage and death, suddenly spoke, seemingly regaining his senses. He shouted loudly and used his bare hands to forcefully rip open his own stomach, spilling his internal organs and entrails onto the ground.
Even after scooping out the abdomen, there was nothing there.
His sunken eyes suddenly bulged out, as if something inside was pushing them outwards.
With a 'glug' sound, the cornea seemed to rupture, and a charred, withered claw emerged from the eyeball, growing larger and larger until it was taller than the person's head.
Extending from behind the claws were charred arms, and then shoulders.
A grotesque, humanoid creature reeking of burning flesh.
In a moment, it crawled out of the man's eyeballs and stood on the wasteland, staring blankly at the open space in front of it.
Wu Heng had already run far away by this time.
Now he moves as fast as a car, and he has never stopped walking.
He glanced back from a distance and seemed to see a blurry Black Shadow.
After escaping again, Wu Heng discovered someone was searching for him with a flashlight.
"Ah Sheng, Ah Sheng!" the group kept calling out.
Wu Heng guessed they were looking for the person in the sack. Learning from the unexpected turn of events when he saw the group earlier, Wu Heng immediately tried to avoid them.
But it was too late.
The group froze, all movement halted, and the air grew thick again.
The menacing Black Shadow suddenly emerged from the eyes of one of them, staring directly at Wu Heng.
Wu Heng turned and left.
He finally realized what was chasing him; it wasn't some powerful psychic or Tower Guardian at all.
This thing is absolutely eerie, and a rather ferocious one at that.
"Why? Why is this strange thing targeting me?" Wu Heng's mind raced as he fled.
It can't be such a coincidence that the other party could also exploit fear, right?
As Wu Heng was thinking, he noticed something strange about his eyes; they felt swollen, as if something was about to come out.
Based on what we just saw...
He immediately channeled his fear into his eyes and concentrated all his Spirit-Touch Power into them, but it only slightly relieved the swelling.
The immense power felt like striking a stream with a stick; it could slow it down slightly, but couldn't harm it in the slightest.
A fear he hadn't felt in a long time began to spread through Wu Heng's heart.
He quickly used his emotional control abilities to suppress his emotions and maintain a calm state of mind.
But a feeling surfaced in his heart.
"You'll die!"
"If this strange thing were to emerge from his body, he would surely die."
This thing is like the mortal enemy of all living things, having an innate suppressive effect on all living beings.
Wu Heng thought of this,
He immediately reached out and plucked out his two eyeballs, crushed and destroyed them, and instantly, new eyes grew back from within the eye sockets.
Fortunately, after undergoing the Seven Fiends Ritual, the Jiahui Spirit Eyes he obtained in the world of evil spirits had become one with him and could be born naturally.
Although I got new eyes, the palpitations haven't disappeared.
He noticed once again that the face of a strange Black Shadow was slowly emerging in his mind, and becoming clearer.
This eerie creature has a strange face.
The face is swirling.
The outermost circle consists of eyes that are forcibly pulled around the face, forming an outer ring.
In the middle, the mouth is stretched into a medium circle, and at the very back, the nose is rotated and twisted into a small ring.
The entire face is formed by three concentric rings—eyes, mouth, and nose—and distorted, rag-like wrinkled skin.
It makes people feel nauseous and dizzy just by looking at it.
Its body was covered in charred black spots, and its arms resembled the black claws of a lizard.
This bizarre image,
It was something that started watching him the moment he returned to reality from the Lighthouse after his last storyline ended.
As the eerie image in his mind gradually became clearer, Wu Heng even felt it growing. The surging fear felt like hitting cotton, leaving him feeling powerless.
Wu Heng could feel that the other party wanted to crawl out of his head.
With a fierce determination, he used the black mist clinging to the evil spirit dagger within the Life Box to control his body, and a horse-slaying saber appeared, directly severing his own head.
"As long as I don't have a brain, you can't get out of my head!"
Siphon the nutrients from his own head and taking them into his own body, Wu Heng crushed the withered head into ashes with his body and controlled the headless body to run towards the nearby mountains.
He finally understood why this strange entity had targeted him.
It's because he acquired the ability to feel fear.
This bizarre ability of its own means that anyone who sees it will die. Ordinary people, being too weak, will instantly perish upon its appearance.
As for stronger individuals like Wu Heng...
Once you see its face, it will appear in the target's mind and become clearer and clearer.
Until one grows to the point where one can overcome the opponent's abilities and then emerge from their body.
The reason this thing came to him was...
It is very likely that fear can spread illusions over long distances. Just like now, as long as he transmits the eerie image to those who fear him, he can instantly cause their deaths and create widespread panic, but even more people will be terrified.
If this continues, it could even lead to the extinction of all humanity.
During the time Wu Heng removed the head, the strange creature lost its target and seemed somewhat dazed, but it seems to have recovered by now.
Wu Heng actually sensed that the other party had appeared in his own body and was also trying to emerge from the black mist inside the Life Box.
This black mist is the very foundation of his thinking; he cannot afford the slightest mistake.
Wu Heng noticed a cave ahead and darted inside like a cannonball, kicking a black bear that was crawling inside, baring its teeth and ready to bite, to death in the process.
The cuckoo has taken over the magpie's nest.
Inside the cave, Wu Heng took out a cube-shaped metal block from the Life Box; it was the sealed, eerie Xi Zhuo. He buried it underground.
Also because it's considered eerie, it can't be brought into the Lighthouse.
Otherwise, each time the sealed anomaly is released within the Lighthouse, the Scarlet Silver can be recovered and reused.
Having done all this, Wu Heng simply Siphon his entire body, leaving behind a dried corpse, and communicated with the Tower Mark in his heart.
The scene changed instantly.
The narrow, muddy cave disappeared, replaced by a spacious and exquisitely Shadow Hall.
A withered human skin appeared on the black floor.
It is said that the reason why no other wooden planks were laid on the black floor, and the style of the Main Lighthouse Plaza was chosen to be followed, was to keep the Tower Guardian alert at all times and prevent him from becoming complacent due to the environment.
Between breaths,
On the floor, Mori Anzai's skin, plated with Scarlet Silver, rapidly swelled up as if blown by a blower.
Within the human skin, a sliver of flesh remaining in the Life Box was rapidly growing.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Heng, dressed in disguise, was standing perfectly fine in the hall.
He checked his own condition.
The constant surveillance and oppressive feeling have completely disappeared.
But he knew in his heart that this strange entity had its eyes on him.
This kind of thing won't work whether you beg for mercy or reason with the other party.
There are only two possibilities: either he seals away the monster, or he is killed by it.
"Doctor, what kind of hairstyle is this?" A cheerful female voice It Comes from the dining table ten meters away.
Wu Heng turned his head and saw that the one who spoke was Coral, who had lost more than 30 pounds in just a few days and looked to weigh only a little over 400 pounds.
Sitting next to her were Moonlight and another person she had met once but had never spoken to.
"Haha, I just woke up." Wu Heng didn't tell the truth because these people clearly didn't have the ability to help him, and it would be useless to say anything.
"My name is Poison Fang. I didn't get a chance to talk to you last time. If you have time, come chat for a bit!" The person next to Wu Heng said with a smile.
Wu Heng's bizarre entrance clearly made the three of them respect him even more.
That's how it is inside the Lighthouse; the more eerie it is, the stronger it is.
Wu Heng nodded without refusing, stepped forward, and sat down with a smile.
"Did you know that something happened in the area under the Red Lotus Association's jurisdiction?" Poison Fang lowered his voice.
"I heard that when the node was activated, their protective net was too short, and a hole appeared at the edge. Although it was repaired in time, a few monsters still escaped," Moonlight added.
Coral, however, looked worried and said anxiously, "I wonder what kind of strange creature escaped. I hope it's not too strong, otherwise many innocent people will die because of it!"
Wu Heng listened silently. They must have just finished their shift at the node and were now returning to the Lighthouse to rest.
This is also an advantage for Tower Guardian; as long as they are not afraid of being exposed, they can immediately return to the Lighthouse if things go wrong.
Psionicists, on the other hand, can only wait to die on the spot.
Hearing the conversation between the three, Wu Heng understood where the strange thinking outside came from; the problem still lay in the key point of Mountain Pool City.
This thing is probably waiting for him outside.
It's impossible to hit it, impossible to shake it off, and impossible to kill it; it's truly a nuisance.
To resolve this problem, Wu Heng needed to continue entering the story world. He communicated with A Nightmare on Elm Street 8 Tower Mark and glanced at the name of <A Nightmare on Elm Street 8>.
Perhaps there really is a way in this world.